Sorrow is my bread And tears I drink as wine Oblivion my happiness Ground under teeth of time For cold be the stone When frost ve devoured the land
Forging the future from the timeless stone Oh let me know how far I can go Answering the questions thet no one ever asks Float through the sea of madness
The calloo's spirits are low Swimming on the chill water But the orphan's are lower Walking down the village street. The sparrow's belly is chill Sitting
As I sense their steel, As I see the mighty one, As we all gather once again the gods of war summon us... summon us North wind blows to our valley men
A bird flew out of Lapland An eagle from the North East One wing ruffled the water And the other swept the sky It's tail skimmed the sea It flutters
In the morning mist by the waning moon through the woods she set on foot With a sacred blade cut the berries down Dug up the dreaded mandrake root Tread
Old folk remember And those today learn How before their time Life was different here: Without the sun people lived Groped about without the moon With
Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense Who say that music reckon that the kantele Was fashioned by a god Out of a great pike's shoulders From a water
of our lord I stood upon the sand of the sea and the great wind told me to carry on He shall once know the secret of Holy Grail And so was the coronation
A wave the sound of Noisiu's voice his singing was ever sweet... Noisiu's grave has now been made and the accompaniment was mournful For him I poured
I went to wash at the shore I went to bathe in the sea And there I, a hen, was lost I, a bird Untimely died Let not my brother Ever in this world Water
Last day brings the grace For bearers of forbidden name Step into five fold mace As son as father in a frame Someday fire wipes the rain Fears are frozen
Many rocks the rapid has A lot of billows the sea More plentiful are my cares Then cones on a spruce Beard moss on a juniper Gnarls upon a pine bark Knobs
Where have you been, where have you been my son, my merry son? On the seashore, on the seashore mother, my darling one. And what have you been doing
This is how the lucky feel How the blessed think Like daybreak in spring The sun on a spring morning But how do I feel In my gloomy depths? Like the
The Devils weds a widow Death another's leftovers Better to lie on a willows Rest on alder boughs Then upon a widow's bed On a used woman's pillow Sweeter
Inside this nonexistence I know very clearly The directions, all the points Of every potential quarter I forge my wisdom Into an arc surrounding all
From my world the sun faded And the moon from my sky was gone with stars I came home to a bleak room of sorrow Forsaken house, place of grief, in solitude
